I know it's early, but I couldn't help myself.
~ Birthdays ~
Date: March 17, 2012
Time: 16:12 (4:12 pm)
The sun burned brightly in the sky, shining down on Lovino, almost as if it wanted to leave him a sunburn, and tan his skin an bright shade or red. Though Lovino didn't particularly care for sun-filled days most of the time, but he had to admit it always helped lift his mood. And lord knows that was what he needed at the moment: Someone to lift his spirits, because Feliciano was only making him most agitated.
The younger boy had been walking alongside his older brother with his usual ditsy smile of his, being his usual self. He smiled and giggled and went Ve at any random moment. If Lovino didn't know better, this would feel like any other day in his stress induced life. Though he did know better, sadly.
Today was a day he usually spent barricaded in his room, whereas Feliciano would enjoy the horde of of people that come to 'their' party. Lovino absolutely hated his birthday, and never saw a reason for celebration, but everyone insisted, as they do every year. And he caved, like every year. Though, unlike every year, he was forced out of his room and out into the bright sun.
Now, why were they out in the sun? Well, because Antonio insisted that they go out and make the best of a day until their home was nice and decorated for their surprise party, that both Lovino and Feliciano always knew about. Though, the brothers were extremely well actors. Fooled everyone every single year without fail.
Now this year, it was scorching hot, compared to the chilly weather the pair usually got on their birthday. It was anice surprise for Feliciano, and he discussed it as the two walked around, heading nowhere in particular.
"So, and outside party or an inside one?" Feliciano asked, beginning the game they always liked to play. One would ask a question about their party, and the other had to answer what they thought. They would switch every question, and the questions had to become more difficult.
"Outside, no doubt." Lovino answered. "With this damn weather, they'll think it would be perfect to do something outdoorsy. Bunch of bull shit if you ask me. What do you think the theme will be?"
"Same as always, foreign." Feliciano answered with confidence. "Let's see, they did Spain three years ago, Italy the year after that, and we had Germany last year."
"That year was fucking gross. So much damn wurst..." Lovino cringed at the thought. The foods tasted a bit strange to him, not disgusting, but strange. Though of course, he had to over exaggerated and claim he would get food poisoning and die. Ah, fond memories.
"Don't lie, you liked that party!" Feliciano pouted. "This year will probably be France or Japan, we haven't done those two yet! I wonder if they're gonna have that yucky looking fish this year. Or maybe, yucky looking snails. I'm never going to eat that!"
"It's called sushi and escargot, you moron." Lovino rolled his perfect olive eyes at his brother. "Your turn to ask a question."
"Hm... the gifts?" Feliciano asked with a grin. "What do you think we'll get this year? How many?"
"Evened out as always." Lovino shrugged. "Probably another book on how to be manly for you, and a book on how to control anger for me, which we already have like fucking five copies of, each. And I don't need to fucking control my anger! What about the drinks?"
"I forgot about that! They never seem to go with the country they're doing. Like when they did Germany, we drank sake." Feliciano grinned, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Tequila? Plain beer? Soda! Okay, now what about the games? Think they'll be like last year?"
"Think for once, please. I swear, you have brain damage or something." Lovino sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes as he did so. "No way in hell will they have a repeat of last year. I almost murdered the burger bastard when he landed on me in that fucking closet. Bastard tried to kiss me! He was lucky he was drunk out of his fucking mind, or I would have murdered him!"
"Seven minutes in heaven. I think that was what the game was called! I remember you wouldn't let me play." Feliciano giggled. "Nothing would have happened, Lovi. I did end up with Kiku as a partner after all. He doesn't even like to shake hands, let alone do other stuff."
"I don't like where this is heading." Lovino mumbled to himself. "Speaking of heading, can we go back now? The sun is so damn hot, and I'm fucking tired. They should have finished setting up by now, right?"
"I think so!" Felicano clapped. "But let's go get ice cream first! I really want some! And it is our birthday."
Date: March 17, 2012
Time: 16:46 (4:46 pm)
Lovino sat in a large stood, licking the melting parts off his vanilla ice cream. He savored the taste. Alright, so Feliciano made a good call on the ice cream. Said Italian was sitting in front of Lovino, kicking his legs carelessly, occasionally brushing against Lovino's knee. The boy was happily licking away at his strawberry ice cream.
"What have you been up to in your spare time?" Felicano asked, holding his treat in his hand. "I know we live in the same house, but I just realized don't know what your hobbies are!"
"Eh?" Lovino questioned in confusion. "Well, agriculture is a kick-ass thing I do in my spare time."
"Like gardening?" Feliciano tilted his head in confusion.
"Don't say gardening, it sounds fucking stupid that way." Lovino scowled.
"So you like gard- agriculture?" Felicano caught his mistake and quickly corrected himself.
"Yeah." Lovino shrugged.
"That's amazing, brother! I didn't know you had a red thumb!" Feliciano began, quickly giving the cold desert another lick. "New subject! How are things going with you and Ludwig?"
Lovino blinked, glancing up from his treat. His lips became a thin line and his brows furrowed. "First of all, it's called a green thumb, idiot. And second, nothing is going on between me and the potato bastard, and that's the way it'll stay. I'm not going to get involved with that fucker, he doesn't even like me."
"How do you know that he doesn't like you, brother? What if Ludwig is just great with keeping secret?" Feliciano questioned, biting the cone a bit. "I'm going to ask him if he likes you, then you can be happy big brother!"
"I don't think that would fucking making me happy, idiot. Say one word and I'll murder you." Lovino spoke through gritted teeth. "Now shut the hell up and finish your damn ice cream so we can go back home. I want to sleep."
"What? What about the party?" Feliciano blinked is surprise.
"I sleep almost every time we have those damn parties and the tomato bastard wakes me up for cake and my biggest gift. "Lovino shrugged, biting into his cone. "No big deal. It's not even hard to sleep through all that damn noise. Except when that fucking pervert, Francis, decided to climb in the bed with me."
"Oh, okay!" Felicano grinned. "But you still haven't told me, what you like about Ludwig. Can you tell me?"
Lovino blushed a bright red, and was about to decline without a second thought, but the look on his younger brother's face was so damn sweet and innocent. He sighed in exasperation, and gave in, much to Feliciano's pleasure.
"He's really caring." Lovino mumbled. "So strong, and kind. I... dammit! Are you seriously going to make me say all this shit?"
"That's so sweet brother, don't be ashamed!" Feliciano squealed in delight, smiling brightly. "I think I want to make that my ring tone! Can you repeat it? Hold on a second, just let me get my phone."
"No way in hell am I going to repeat any of that!" Lovino yelled, defensive. "This shit stays between you and me, got it? If I hear this mentioned, you'll be the ingredients to my nest pasta dish, understand?"
Felicano frowned, but nodded his head. He mumbled a short response, "I don't want to be made into pasta, even if it is delicious."
"You will be if we don't get going home." Lovino smirked. "Now let's get the fuck out of here."
"Right!" Felicano hopped off the chair, popping the last bit of cone in his mouth. The younger boy followed his brother out of the ice cream shop, licking ice cream off his fingers as he walked.
Date: March 17, 2012
Time: 17:12 (:12 pm)
The inside of the home was silent and dark. As far as Lovino could see, the party was ready for their arrival. Lovino wondered how the yard, which was most likely going to be the area where the loudest, wildest, and strangest partiers would be.
"Hey, Feli." Lovino tugged on his brother's sleeve. "Remember to be surprised."
"I know, Lovi. Trust me, I do this every year!" Feliciano grinned and continued to near his home.
Sighing, Lovino followed the younger boy. Might as well get the whole 'surprise' thing over with. The quicker this got done, the quicker Lovino would be able to go to his room, kick out whatever random couple was making out in there, and go to sleep on his con=comfortable bed. Yes, now that was the life.
Felicano took out his key and placed in into the lock and turned it. At the sound of the click, Felicano twisted the door and stepped into the dark home, Lovino following afterward. All was silent, until the guests burst from random parts of the home.
"Surprise! Happy Birthday, Felicano and Lovino!"
The lights burned brightly, and Lovino blinked at the smiling faces in front of him. Putting on his usual surprised face, he quickly changed it to a look of annoyance. "Shit, they're back. Didn't I tell you I was tired of parties?" Well, that wasn't far from the truth. He did, to some extent, hate birthday parties.
Felicano, on the other hand, let out a squeak and smiled brightly. "I can't believe it! Thank you so much!"
The crowd eagerly greeted the brothers, and it didn't take long for Felicano to slip into the crowd. That boy loved to socialize any chance he got. He was a busy bee, taking to break as he talked his head off.
Lovino opted on checking out the backyard, and sure enough, it was packed with the crazier ones. The ones who wound up sleeping on the lawn, or the one's who throw up in potted plants (Antonio was a perfect example of both).
Then, Lovino noticed the blond hair that was always slicked back. Ludwig's arm was clasped in his brother's grip, leading him through the crowd. He looked irritated.
Groaning, Lovino banged his head against the wall. He certainly did not want to be here, be it his birthday or not. If Ludwig was here, Lovino wanted out. There was no way he would converse with him. He still remembered that mustache comment he blurted out. How embarrassing.
"This is going to be a long ass night."
A/N - This is going to have two parts. This one, the first part, in in Lovino's POV. The second will be in Ludwig's. And yes, I know their birthday pass, but I can't just simply skip a whole chapter. Each is important!
Oh, I have this story I'm working on, it's called Slip Ups. I haven't posted it, and I only have the first chapter done, but I'm wondering if anyone wants to work on it with me? PM me and I'll tell you about it.